The lady is an expert in body-piercing and she is going to place some rings in your body." But why?" I asked Vanya as my stomach knotted at her words....Because I want you to carry them as signs of your acceptance of my total bondage of your body, mind and soul. I want to make sure you still accept that whatever I want, you will do and, in future, whenever you see your piercings you will be certain of who owns you," a caring smile on her lips took some of the sting from her words but I was still. I gathered every scrap of willpower I had and slid off him. I kissed, licked and nipped my way down his chest, letting my hair trail my path downward. I settled between his thighs and took his massive cock in my hand enjoying the flash in his eyes, disappointment at my decision mixed with anticipation and pure heat. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock from balls to tip and delicately flicked his frenulum before running the tip of my tongue around the base of his head. "Mmm," I. “What about you?”“I dated five boys, two of them kissed me.” Sam took a breath. “They were pushy, and grabby. They stopped when I finally told them to, but then Charlie said I was ‘a prudey little ice queen’ and Graham called me ‘The High Bitch of Repression’. With capitals! No one tried to date me after that.”“That sucks,” Max said.“Gene’s not grabby, and I’m not afraid of trying to learn.” Sam sounded brave the way she was speaking. I wanted to interject, but I was afraid I’d spook Max. I. Jaq had gone to the pub a lunchtime with a work collegue, the two ladies had attracted the attention of two guys and were flirting with them. When it was time to go back to work Jaq slipped her phone number to the guys. Later on in the day Jaq got a text message from one of the guys asking to meet her after work, this was arranged.Jaq rang me from work to let me know that she would be home a little later than usual. She explained what had happened and asked if it was it okay. This was a regular.